april is empty cities and poetry

I've missed this space, and I miss SPN, and fandom, and a lot of other things.

My urban wild is (like all the other places these days), stranger, wilder, harder. But I & mine are well and I hope that's true for all the friends who read this!

I dropped the ball on co-modding (and thus far participating in) spn_napowrimo this time 'round, but my pardner laughablelament is over there making beautiful things for a time when the universe sure needs its poets. Go see!

And if you want to, tell me how you are and what you're doing/thinking/feeling/seeing out your window/writing.